The world is a bit quieter this morning due to the loss of our loving prolific commenter and friend Anne Marie. She was often referred to as our Warrior Queen because she never failed to stand up for what she believed in. She believed in equality and justice for all and was never afraid of speaking out against oppression, injustice, greed and stupidity. She seemed to take pride in the title Warrior Queen, as she should’ve.
Anne Marie loved to enjoy life, have fun and loved music. Her Saturday night dance parties kept us tapping our toes for years. Due to the unfortunate turn of events in November of 2016, her Saturday night dance parties turned into Saturday night Protest parties. However she knew how to have fun with her protests and still kept our toes a tapping.
One regret I have is that I never got the chance to do a twirl across the dance floor with Anne Marie. I am sure she could cut a rug when the opportunity arose. She had that spark that made life magic. A spark that I could tell loved to dance.
However there was one dance music group that I don’t believe you would find Anne Marie enjoying on the dance floor. As we all know she was quite outspoken about many things and one of them was her rather dislike of a group called ABBA. Rather dislike? Nope. Hated? Yup, that’s more Anne Marie.
I’ve always rather enjoyed ABBA and I love an ABBA tune while taking a twirl across a dance floor. However for obvious reasons I’m a bit melancholy this morning and don’t feel like dancing. I feel like listening to a beautiful voice singing a beautiful melodious tune.
Anne Marie, I hope you don’t mind that I take a moment remember you in the same post that I also post the tune Dancing Queen. If you do please forgive me. I just want you to know as you cross into the next chapter of your journey that you aren’t only my Warrior Queen, but also my Dancing Queen…just not the ABBA one.
Fearsome Beard 
I never understood why she hated ABBA so much? But she DID love every other gay icon singer and group! Sylvester, Weather Girls, Village People, George Michael, Elton John, Cher, etc. etc.
Perhaps ABBA was just to overhyped on the radio back in the day when where they truly belonged was simply mixed into the beat on a dance floor.
Yesterday I was thinking of some kind of tribute to W.Q.’s glorious memory featuring this very song, albeit predictable from its title – though to avoid including the sight and sound of ‘her’ dreaded ABBA. This is a good, sensible compromise, even though in my own humble opinion, she does rather murder the melody line.
I appreciate how much you, F/b, will now be missing W.Q.s comments on your postings of bearded men – her acerbic ones, her funny ones, her frank and mucky ones, they could always be relied on for entertainment value, We could count on her saying SOMEthing. We regular readers of your blog will notice and feel her absence too for sure, bless her continued glorious presence in our memory.
Unfortunately most American “folk” music murders melody lines. This girl somehow, in my opinion, makes up for it in her simple yet genuine performance.
I learned not to mention the “A” word lest I get a expletive lecture on the topic. Sometimes I did just to get her going.
Possibly I posted this just to get a rise out of her from the other side?😉
I never could either figure why she hated ABBA so much…their music was always so fun, uplifting, and made most very happy. But maybe it was too happy and bubble gum for her. As a matter of fact , our last lunch I roared because a ABBA song came on and she was like ” Oh fucking puke.” But I would swear I saw her sway a bit to it.
She enjoyed a dance tune so I’m not surprised if she on occasion swayed a bit to ABBA …just when no one was watching.
Many times I would get a fiendish delight about mentioning Abba not being in that week’s dance party. Oow-wee! The expletives would fly! I enjoyed teasing her about that! Damn! I will miss doing that.
Thank you Fearsome Beard for writing about another aspect of the love of my life.
I believe she liked it when you gave her a tease now and then.
Thank you for this post. I was reading a later post about your new dog when I discovered from your writing that Anne Marie had passed away. It is a tragic loss. Your tribute to her was well said. Thank you.
Thank you.
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